suspended some growth for a while. I don't think its a sure thing though.

We attended a mother daughter luncheon at their church. They had a really nice meal
that the mens' group served to us.. Later they had a fashion show of antique clothing.
It was narrated by a women who has an extensive collection. She shared some interesting facts on the attire and the time period they came from. My sister Sandy modeled a 1900 bathing suit
It was made out of wool and the top went below the knees. Could you imagine swimming in wool?? and how heavy that must have been?
I am itching just thinking about it. Synthetics had not been invented yet, But I still do not know why their choice was not cotton.. Maybe it was too see through??
They also work hats  because it was vulgar for a women to be seen with wet hair!!
That just wild!! HOw many of you have been on vacation near a pool or beach and gone shopping and seen someone in their bathing suit and wet hair??
She also modeled a very matronly 1800 black suit accompained by a hat.
I think it was one of those outfits that women wore when they were widowed. I remember watching Ann of Avonlea and seeing something like that.
Then finally a 1960's paisely print shift accompained by her own white  go- go boots. I really enjoyed the fashion show, it was a bit long but still nice.

Later that day I watched Smartie Artie loose the Belmont by a nose. I had not even heard of this horse until my mom mentioned she had to watch it before we left for shopping.
I was not so interested until the horses were in the starting gate.. all that hoopla and two mintues of racing. I have to admit my disapointment, He would have won the triple crown.
That last one was Seattle Slew 21 years ago. or 25 not sure of the exact year.
I know it was supposed to be a big deal.
We went to my favorite place to shop. Gabriel's is like a giant T. J. Maxx with name brands and some irregulars. I bought some really nice shoes Rockport sandles or 14.00 and Born shoes for
ONLY 9.99. The reason being that the sales girl in the shoe department did not have a price tag
and could not compare it to any other shoe it was the last pair.
 These shoes are regulary cost 100 or above !!
Leah said she was just irrated at all my question and small talk that she just wanted to get rid of me. Doc Martins for David for only 40.00. Materinty clothes for Amy. Rockport tennis shoes for Pierre, However they were too small I had forgotten exactly what size he was. I am going back in two weeks so I will just return them.

Sooo...  any of you lady freinds want to join me to a trip to Pittsburgh this summer ?.
YOu shopaholics would love it. The clothes are arranged by the name brand or designer.
They have a shoe department, housewares,bedding as well.
I need another shot at finding more deals.

see ya later

Then I start analyzing what was happeing in it.. I rethink as much of it that I can.  I also think about the main person  in mydream, I keep thinking of when we could get together. which day is the best and how to fit it in to my schedule, how its taking so long in the first place to carve out some time to be with them.
Then my brain takes me on a rabbit trail to memory lane. I now am "talking" to this person about a situation,

Last night I had one of my A.d.d blips.
I had written on my calendar that there was a womens group meeting.
So I did the mapquest check to where it was going to be.
Then I left to go there, A bit late but thought I would call Tesa on the way to her house.
I had this mild nudge to call before I left, but thought I would wait until I was closer to her house.

Do you ever have those days when your not sure your doing your job effetively?

I got this note in the mail about a mom.
Subject: Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations

A woman named Ann renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.  "What I mean is," explained the recorder  "do you have a job, or are ou just a ....? " Of course I have a job,"
snapped Ann.  " I'm a Mom."  " We don't list " Mom" as an occupation.. " housewife covers it" said the recorder emphatically.  I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.  The clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possesed of a high sounding title like " Office Interrogator" or " Town Registar."  " What is your occupation? She proped.  What made me say it, I do not know.. The words simply popped out.
" I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in mid air, and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words.  Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the offical questionnaire.  " Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, " Just what you do in your field? "   Cooly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,  " I have a continuing program of research, (What mother doesn't),

more on that later